SG1 2003 Part II

[Chris OFarrell]

Ok. Chapter 6 is here now. Its a heep of setup unfortunantly, but necessary for the second half of the fic. All of the new chapters will be in this thread from now on rather then spread out.
Sooooo....

“Stargate SG-1: 2003”


By Chris O’Farrell

This is a work of fan fiction. Stargate-SG1 and all associated characters remain the property of MGM. Legal crap blah, blah, blah.

Teal’c’s Voice

“Previously…on Stargate SG-1”…


*Carter in Control room*
“It looks like the probe recorded a massive energy reading a few minutes ago. It does look like a subspace window of a ship in hyperspace….”


*Dr Lee in Briefing Room*
“The waveform matches the background engine reading we had for an Aschen harvester….”


*McKay on board Prometheus*
“Well I think we’ve found what’s blocking the Stargates connections…”


*Hammond in Control Room*
“Sergent put the mountain on full alert. THREATCON Alpha…”


*Technician on board Prometheus*
“We have multiple bandits exiting a hyperspace window in defense grid eighteen-Bravo…”


*Molum on Aschen Flagship*
“According to your Ambassador, you have the complete database of the Goa’uld Stargate network as well as the Gate builder’s original map…”


*EXT VIEW, PROMETHEUS & ASCHEN*
*The Aschen flagship opens fire on Prometheus*


*McKay Voice Over as Prometheus gets pummeled*
“ Colonel the reactor is going critical, shields are collapsing, we’re going to have to SCRAM the reactor in the next sixty seconds unless we get the hell out of here, RIGHT NOW!””


*Walter in Control Room*
“ETA Earth orbit is sixty-nine minutes. We should be able to firm up the estimate once they pass Mars…”


*Aschen to Warmaster Ancaris*
“You will commence the assault”
“Of course Sir…”


*All over the SGC, small spheres appear and everyone suddenly becomes unconscious, leading to Teal’c crawling away with Daniel…*



“And now…the conclusion…”






-Stargate Command. March 2, 2003. 02:10 Zulu.

Ventilation shafts, contrary to what Hollywood would have people believe were not made with human passage in mind. They were not lit, what was the point after all of lighting a passage no one would be in? They were large only to allow the movement of large volumes of air, not designed for a person to crawl along.

All of which was of no consequence to Teal’c. Cautiously he crawled forward through the duct, illuminated by the soft glow of the red GI torch strapped to his vest. He had an excellent sense of direction, honed through years of humiliating but valuable lessons under Bre’tac that had honed him into a true warrior. He knew he must be at least fifty meters away and somewhat too the right of General Hammonds office, somewhere near the locker rooms from which SG teams geared up. A steady humming his right was the only defense he had against being traced by sensors, the huge main power line to the Stargate created enough background ‘noise’ to send most of the alien sensors they had brought through the base crazy.

He knew if it wasn’t going to work there was little he could do. While a human may worry over the ever-present possibility of being tracked, Teal’c simply pushed it aside and concentrated on more immediate problems. What the Aschen wanted, how to deny it to them and how to get help. Twisting through a tight passage, he dimmed his torch as light reflected through from the corner ahead. He took extra care to make as little noise as possible and double-checked his Zat’Nikitel was solidly in his quick release holster, then he started forward again.

Very well. The Aschen had warships and clearly the ability to destroy all life on the planet if they wanted to do so. Yet they had not done so. They had undertaken what appeared to be a high-risk attack on Stargate command. The fact that the Daniel Jackson was snoring twenty meters back and not dead was a good indicator they didn’t want or feel the need to kill anyone…yet. Yet the force in orbit appeared far too small to attempt an all out occupation…the only acceptable answer was that they wanted something from the Tau’ri. Prometheus was under strict orders to only open fire when fired upon, so he concluded whatever it was would be unacceptable. But what would they possibly want that the Aschen did not already have?

His line of thought came to a dead end…at the same time the ventilation shaft did. A grate leading into a darkened room below and a shaft that stabbed up into the darkness for at least another ten meters. He might be able to climb it…but he would have to leave Daniel Jackson behind. Listening intently, he could hear the distant howling of the base wide alarm system, but absolutely nothing from the room. Feeling the grate carefully, his hands found the latches on the outside and released them. The grating obediently swung away into the darkness. Unstrapping his torch he made a fast survey of the room…excellent, the shower block behind the locker rooms. Turning around he started back.

Daniel Jackson was still snoring away exactly where he had left him, just out of sight around from the exit to General Hammond’s office. Maneuvering him was difficult in the tight confines, but fortunately their tactical vests included a strap onto the back, to let comrades pull a teammate out of danger quickly. Taking hold of it, he slowly managed to maneuver Daniel Jackson down the twisting passage to ventilation shaft opening with only a slight amount of noise. Carefully letting his head down against the ‘floor’, he turned back to once again open the grating… and froze.

An Aschen soldier was standing in the darkened room, silhouetted slightly against the doorway into the locker room. Taking several steps in, the solider looked around giving Teal’c the first chance to look closely at the enemy.

He was huge, as big as any opponent Teal’c had come across in the battles of his life. He wore gray clothes, similar in cut to those he recalled on the Aschen several years ago, though it looked to be padded out much more heavily. A pair of bandoleers crossed diagonally over his chest and what looked like some kind of pistol was held securely in a series of clips on his leg. But even as these facts were noted in Tealc’s mind…something else gained his attention.

As the Aschen stepped around the edge of the room in the darkness, slowly a soft red glow became clear, permeating from its head and skin. A quick check at the door (and his torch) showed they were not responsible for the glow and Teal’c came to the disturbing conclusion that someone under its skin was generating it. As the soldier turned back towards the door, the glow from under the skin diminished its face, making it look as if a red skull was grinning back at him. The illusion only lasted for a half second, but chilled Teal’c in a way few things in his life ever had. The Aschen, finally deciding nothing worth its time was inside the room, walked out the door without a second glance. Closing his eyes and drawing on years of training, Teal’c eliminated all the background sounds from around him and focused on the Aschen. The footsteps steadily moved away…and yes, there was the muted thud of the door closing. Getting a grip, he lifted his legs and swung down, dropping to the floor almost silently. Having evaded the Aschen at least for the moment, he could hopefully try to revive Daniel Jackson, then determine how he-

Teal’c dove forward and rolled. A split second later, a red bolt of energy seared the darkness where he had been crouching. Cursing under his breath in Goa’uld, he came out of his roll behind a raised concrete block across from the doorway. He berated himself for making such a foolish mistake, just because he had heard the door close did not mean that the Aschen had left. Clearly he had shut the door from the inside, meaning he suspected that someone WAS inside; somewhere…he was just waiting for the person to show himself or herself.

Forcing any recriminations aside, he drew his Zat’Nikitel, primed it, then slid back further as the noise drew a storm of weapons fire that blew concrete into a thick dust cloud. Seizing the opportunity, Teal’c swung out into the obscuring cloud and fired a quick pair of bursts into the diffuse red glow walking towards him; one connected sending blue energy cascading over the target. Cautiously getting up, Teal’c stepped out of the settling dust cloud…just in time to see the Aschen warrior somehow shake off the stun effects and whip out an arm at incredible speeds, slapping Teal’c’s weapon away with arm numbing force as it brought its own weapon to bear.

A lesser warrior would probably panic and try to back peddle, or scramble after his weapon or simply freeze in shock. Teal’c knew any of those options would simply make it easy for the Aschen to finish him off and in a blur of motion stepped inside the Aschens gun arm and with a classic Holn’mak hold on its arms, head butted his opponent with terrific force while wrenching its own weapon away.

The blow would have sent any human stumbling backwards (and was the reason Jaffa typically wore soft leather head guards into battle). The Aschen however absorbed the blow as if Teal’c had hit him with a pillow, and then exploded its arms out to throw off Teal’c’s grip. Using the momentum of the throw, Teal’c spun away and raised the weapon, a pistol very similar in design to earth firearms. AS his opponent came into view, he leveled it and fired.

And only got a buzzing sound and flashing red light. Either the weapon was out of ammunition, or, it would only work for its owner. Not wasting the time cursing, Teal’c flung the weapon almost casually deep into the darkness, set his feet into a classic Jaffa Mustafa stance…then aping a move he had seen in a movie O’Neill had shown him, turned his extended arm palm up and beckoned his opponent forward.

Snarling, the Aschen charged.



Doctor Daniel Jackson slowly clawed his way back to consciousness aware of two distinct facts.

Firstly that he was in some kind of dark tube wearing full field kit.

And second that he finally understood what kind of pain Jonas had been talking about when the human form replicators had stabbed their ‘hands’ through SG1’s skulls…because right now it felt like a half dozen of them were using his head as a knife sharpener.

Doing his best to push the pain aside, he groped for his backup glasses hoping that they would be in the vest pocket and struck pay dirt, the lenses bringing his world back into focus.

He was in a ventilation duct. Before he was able to start thinking why this may be the case, a dull thud sounded from somewhere ahead. His first attempt to get up failed miserably when he found his arm was numb, probably from lying on it for too long. Levering forward, he managed a half crawl on his left arm, and found a half open duct around the corner. Looking down from it he was just in time to see a grinning red skull leap toward towards someone who could only be Teal’c, hands flying from both people. Teal’c grudgingly gave ground, though to Daniels eye he wasn’t being overwhelmed so much as deliberately stepping back…but he was sure as hell not going to just sit here regardless when his friend was being attacked. Swinging up onto his knees he pulled his Zat from its holster and took aim. He was right handed so he had to be careful here. A slight miscalculation would hit Teal’c and he would never hear the end of it. His vision was still a little blurry and he had to lean forward to get a good shot…yes…. Just a little closer and-

It was truly rotten luck that the base air-conditioning system chose that moment to reset, a blast of air hitting the back of Daniel and sending him tumbling through the vent with a surprised yelp on the four meter trip to the cold, hard, floor.


Teal’c more felt then saw Daniel Jackson fall out of the ventilation duct, not daring to take his attention off the Aschen. It used every part of its body efficiently, almost mechanically without hesitation, reacting instantly to any move Teal’c made. Stepping around in the darkness with the grinning red skill Teal’c slowly started to realize he could not win against it.

You COULD have won against him…before you became weak a scornful voice announced in his head. Teal’c tried to ignore it, pushing it aside as he dodged a punishing right cross from the warrior with partial success, spinning to absorb the blow as he slammed his elbow around in a mustafa kul’cha strike, rocking the Aschen back but not nearly as much as he would have hopped.

Back when you were strong, that blow would have taken off its head the voice insisted as the Aschen faked left then right with blinding speed, driving a punishing blow into Teal’c’s ribs that sent him flying back into the concrete wall. Snarling, Teal’c pushed off the wall and rolled under snap kick, tackling the Aschen into the concrete housing Daniel lay behind and grabbing its neck in a chokehold. Pulling with his considerable strength to snap its neck, he saw the Aschen simply smile wickedly as its neck hummed, then slam its head back with enough force to stun Teal’c and send him reeling back onto the floor.

And now you die the voice gloated as the Aschen raised itself to its feet, the fingers on its hand closing to a spear point as its raised its arm. Teal’c fought to marshal his strength, seeing his Zat’Nikitel resting only a few meters away, but he knew he would never reach it in time, in his state. The Aschens arm swung sharply back-

And blue energy slammed into its back, causing the Aschen to convulse briefly. Spinning around, it took another pair of blasts from behind the concrete counter and jolted back a step. Fiercely focusing, Teal’c rolled and groped for his Zat’Nikitel as the Aschen finally reacted, leaping back out of range of its two assailants and trying to shake off the blasts. Noticing Teal’c rolling away, it started to shift its body weight to step after him as Teal’c continued his roll-

But it was too late as Teal’c brought his weapon to bear.

A double burst of brilliant blue energy blasted the Aschen, again forcing it to take a step back. Rising from behind the counter, Daniel brought his own weapon to bear, opening fire and sending his own shots to impact directly on the target-

And without fanfare the Aschen simply dropped to the floor. The red glow vanished and the energy expanded to cascade over its body completely. Holding his weapon dead on target as he rose shakily to his feet, Teal’c felt exhausted as he rarely had even after month long campaigns in service of Aphosis.

You ARE weak Teal’c, the voice accused. You won this day…but no warrior worth the name measures his strength by his luck, your friends will not always fight your battles the voice mocked before being finally pushed back to the depths of his mind.


“Wow…that guy really didn’t want to give up,” Daniel muttered as he cautiously walked around towards Teal’c. “Are you alright?”

Ignoring the question, Teal’c closed on his opponent. He did not appear to be breathing and the disturbing glow was gone, so he crouched down next to him and made sure, before he started to search through its various items.

The search did not yield much. A few technological items he had no idea how to operate or even their function, some kind of heavy combat knife or dagger and what looked like a mobile computer of some sort. Daniel flicked on his torch and focused it on the Aschens body, then inhaled suddenly in amazement. Following his gaze, Teal’c’s eyes widened, as he was the unmistakable presence of some kind of technology and clearly artificial reinforcement running through its ribcage. Now that he was looking for it, he saw its neck was reinforced as well and its muscles were almost as hard as the armor plating. Its right hands fingers were still arranged in a spear didn’t even feel like bone, but as if the hand was all made of some kind of metal that had rearranged internally into a point to smash through its opponents heads.

“Teal’c can you believe this?” Daniel asked as he poked at its face. “It really is a cyborg warrior of some kind, the strength this thing has must be incredible. Its lucky you and I shot it at the same-”

"Had it been another time you would never have been in danger Daniel Jackson" Teal'c said, his voice almost sounding distant to Daniel...like he was talking as much to himself as to his friend. Daniel let the silence linger for ten seconds after which it became abundantly clear he wasn’t going to say anything.

“Teal'c?" Daniel probed carefully, "What exactly do you mean another time -"
"Speak of it no further!" Teal'c said abruptly. He looked at the Aschen soldier on the floor then with an effort pushed the small voice inside him aside as he stood, realising he simply didn’t have time to think, only time to act.

"Ok..." Daniel said. He was completely confused as to what Teal'c meant…but he had found himself completely confused since he had returned to Earth, so he dealt with it the same way as he had everything else.

He ignored it. It would probably make sense at some wildly inappropriate time.

"Can you fill me in on what's been happening then?"




General George Hammond woke with a start. As consciousness returned to him, he forced his eyes to focus and bring his vision into clarity. A few seconds of study showed that he was sitting at one of the control consoles in the gateroom. He sensed rather then heard people moving around him. Strangely his limbs felt numb. He tried to move them, but he couldn’t seam to-

“Well, I see you are awake, excellent” a voice he did not recognise said from his left. Hammond tried to turn his head, but again he seamed to have no control over his motor functions at all. Some kind of side effect from that weapon he guessed. His vision was oddly remaining slightly hazy, as if it was fogged over slightly, leaching some of the colour from his environment. His chair slowly turned and brought the rest of the room into focus, sending shock flowing through him.

Men, but not from his command, were walking around the control room, with purpose and efficiency. Many of them were seated at computer terminals, others running some kind of scanning equipment over the walls and floor. All of them carried some kind of alien weapons and were dressed in dark grey fatigues. One of them however towered over the rest by at least a good thirty centimetres. Over the grey fatigues he guessed was some kind of body armour, but it wasn’t so much the armour as the way he wore it that told Hammond that this was someone important. Calming himself, he demanded to know who this person was.

Or at least he tried to.

Panic started to set in as George Hammond realised he was unable to speak or control any part of his body. No matter how much he focused his will onto even the smallest action. He could feal the cool plastic of the armrests. The huge figure looking at him tilted his head slightly.

“It is a most uncomfortable feeling is it not? Being trapped inside ones own body?” The Aschen paused, as if expecting a response, then appeared to chuckle. “I truly apologise for this, but I am afraid it is necessary. The device you may or may not have noticed around your neck is an outcome of our research into Goa’uld physiology. Like a symbiont it is quite capable of suppressing your free will in favour of an advanced artificial intelligence…to demonstrate…General Hammond, if you would please join me at the main console?”

Shock and disbelief ran through Hammonds mind as he felt his limbs move and some kind of…presence inside him response to the order, walking to Walters’s station, followed by a sense of rage and dread. Not for him, but for what it meant to Earths security. Desperately he tried to force any part of his body to respond, nothing did.

“General, if you will be so kind as to unlock the computer systems so we can take what we need, this will be over as quickly as possible”.

Distinctly he felt something at work inside him now, sitting between him and control over any part of his body. He couldn’t fight it or even get a hold on it…he was a prisoner inside his body. His rage built as he realised this…thing…had access to every memory inside his mind without any barriers, but he could not fight it. Mentally taking a deep breath, he forced his thoughts away from useless emotional responses.

So you can’t fight it directly George. Watch. Learn. Observe. Fight the battles you can win.



Warmaster Ancaris frowned at General Hammond. He took no particular pleasure in what he had to do, not did he have any remorse for his actions, as humans would understand it. It simply was what he needed to do and so he did it. His annoyance at all the minor setbacks the operation kept running into whispered to him that things were simply not going as they wanted. A slight delay here, a minor roadblock there…nothing that could be considered outside normal military setbacks in an operation…but he started to think they should conclude their business here as soon as possible-

“An outstanding operation Warmaster” a new voiced boomed into the crowded command centre behind him. Suppressing an all too human sigh, Ancaris schooled his expression back to its stoic state and turned to face Ambassador Molum. A smug expression of accomplishment on his face as he entered the command centre and stared out at the idle Stargate.

Trust a politician to arrive after the battle has been won Ancaris mussed, nothing the half dozen cyborg infantry who had followed him to outside the command centre. With a full unit of bodyguards no less. A valuable use of my men who should be sweeping this facility!

But he knew even attempting to argue the point would be met with scorn, so he did not bother to fight.

“Ambassador” Ancaris simply nodded in acknowledgement.

“Warmaster, we must make haste to extract the data we need and depart from this planet. What have you to report?”

“Thus far, nothing. Their computer technology was completely locked down as an automatic precaution to our attacks. We have secured all personal in the base cafeteria, excepting those senior men who may prove useful to our efforts. They are being held upstairs in the base briefing room for now”.

“The data Warmaster. Must I remind you why we are here? Get it done. Quickly.”

“Of course not, Ambassador” Ancaris responded, talking a step towards one of the data terminals still flashing alert lights. But these computer systems are alien. Faxon had no knowledge of the technology beyond a general understanding. The so-called ‘laptop’ our scientists examined gives us an idea of what specific may do, but it also shows us the data we are searching for could be almost anywhere in anything. Meaning we need their help…or at least compliance. Speaking of which…General Hammond?”

The commander of Stargate SG1 turned his head with a neutral expression to face the Warmaster.

“In order to reactivate these systems, what must be done?”

“Contact must be established with the Pentagon to gain a command code to reactivate the systems remotely” the General said in a matter of fact tone. “This…will be difficult if they believe this facility is under attack and with your fleet in orbit.”

“True” Ancaris conceded.

But with impeccable timing, the fleet that had withdrawn closer to Earths only natural satellite suddenly broke formation in apparent panic. A split second later, a huge explosion detonated in their midst hiding the small flotilla as it hurtled into hyperspace for several nanoseconds, emerging on the far side of the moon in stealth mode. Several alarms started to chime at Stargate command as the detonation registered on Area-51’s sensors as the Death Glider prototype launched from Area-51 expanded its energy in a hellish blast. Molum’s own earpiece started to chatter with status reports and acknowledgements to the Warmaster of the success of the…operation?

“What, was that Warmaster?” Molum demanded, his calm exterior cracking for a split second to show uncertainty and anger, but only for a second.

“That was a prototype weapon these humans had developed for use against us detonating and apparently destroying our fleet. My troops who took over Area-51 launched it several minutes ago, to help convince these people that the threat was eliminated. Of course our fleet is perfectly safe for now”.

“You launched a weapon against our own people? Your methods are tinged with madness Warmaster…” Molum clucked his tongue in disapproval.

Then the second part of Ancaris’s statement kicked in.

“You…invaded their research and development base?!”

“Yes” Ancaris nodded. “It is completely isolated for security, making the takeover easy. They unfortunately do not have the data we want on hand, it is only uploaded from this facility or archives in their military command centre on specific occasions. But we may have some useful information there we can obtain”.

The Ambassador was clearly debating inside his mind if he had gone too far in telling the Warmaster to ‘do anything necessary’, but he had no ground to stand on and he knew it. “So. What is the next step?” he asked instead.

“Now we restore computer control”. General Hammond, contact your superiors and reactivate the systems please”.

“To do that will require the presence of Sergeant Walter Harriman”.

“Then you shall have him”. Turning to one of the soldiers who had escorted Molum, he nodded, sending the squad to do something useful for a change.



In the dim alert lights of Stargate command, two figures made their way steadily through the deserted lower levels of the complex. One in the lead moved with the fluid grace of a warrior. Becoming the shadows and making no sound louder then the ambient noise that echoed through the concrete passageway. He was not invisible but the closest thing to it.

The second person simply walked after him, one arm holding the other while trying to shake feeling back into the right leg, which kept threatening to fall to sleep and become useless.

Presently, the lead figure raised a fist shapely as he reached the corner. A second later, he gestured quickly to one of the many doors lining the hallway, one of the few that didn’t have an electronic lock…probably because of the fact it was a men’s bathroom. Ushering the second figure in, the first quickly followed, then killed the lights and shut the door back to a tiny crack-

Barely in time as a half dozen Aschen strode in lockstep around the corner down the hallway. Lit mostly by the inconsistent flashing of red emergency lights, their nightmare visages make him shudder slightly. They passed the door without a second thought, and then turned right at the intersection. Holding the door open, he heard them stop a short distance away…a door…a voice calling something…now they were walking back but with someone else…and just as they reached the intersection, they stopped.

“What is it?” Daniel whispered from behind him, trying not to wince too much as feeling fitfully returned to his leg.

“I am unsure” Teal’c admitted trying in vain to get a slightly better angle. Now there were voices, he could not wait any longer. Holding the door open with his foot, he slowly and silently took a tiny black viewing periscope from his vest and edged it out the gap, being sure to keep it held against the black backing of the doorframe. He slowly angled it up until the scene was brought into focus. The six Aschen had halted at the intersection, with a clearly angry and disgruntled Walter Harriman in tow. As he stood there, he appeared to be asking a question. Suddenly two of the Aschen grabbed him and pushed him against the wall. The Sergeant futilely tried to twist and push out of their grip, but Teal’c knew all to well how strong they were. One suddenly reached up and for a second Teal’c thought he was going to choke the Sergeant…but he released the sergeant…leaving some kind of band around his neck. A thin trickle of blood rolled down his skin for a second and only the knowledge that Daniel Jackson was counting on him, as was everyone on this world kept him from bursting out firing.

So it was with relief that he saw the Sergeant cough a few times, then straighten…but something was wrong. He moved the scope ever so slightly back into better concealment as the Aschen started walking, Harriman falling into lockstep without comment or force. The look of rage had simply washed off Harriman’s face without reason. As they got close, he could hear one of the soldiers talking to him. Taking his eyes off the periscope, he put his ear as close to the crack as he dared and focused on the soft conversation.

“…computer…systems reactivation requires your presence, if we are to obtain the Stargate address listing from…Hammond awaits…”

It was only a partial conversation, but shocked the Jaffa as few things could.

“Well? What happened?” Daniel demanded from behind him, clearly worried and irritated at not being able to see or hear anything.

“Daniel Jackson…I believe they are using some kind of technology to take control of the humans in this facility, much as a Goa’uld parasite…in order to gain data on the Stargate network from our computers”.

Daniel mulled it over.

“Hey, that makes sense. I was reading over the mission reports from two years ago saying that they never had a DHD, or even an address listing…which means, they can’t use the network to get across the Galaxy…and THAT means-“

“We must not allow the Aschen to escape with this information” Teal’c responded in flat tone of voice as he slowly returned his periscope to his vest and stood. Daniel stood with him.

“Uhhh I don’t disagree with you Teal’c, but do you have any idea how to stop them?”

“We must assume everyone inside this facility may be compromised the same way I only now saw Sergeant Harriman compromised through some kind of technology. After only seconds, he was complying with their every request…and their conversation implied General Hammond is helping them”

“That’s not good,” the archaeologist pointed out.

Teal’c raised an eyebrow at the absurdity of the blatantly obvious point.

“Ok. Ok. So we have to alert someone outside the mountain we can trust. Which means getting out of here, which-”

“First we must find a means to disrupt their plan.”

“Yeah…so, how do we do that?”



Stargate Commands computer network was based around a quartet of highly modified IBM “Z series” mainframe servers, on level twenty-five. It took less then two minutes for Teal’c and Daniel to backtrack to an access shaft and clamber up to the deserted computer room. Teal’c moved rapidly, his Zat’nikatel sweeping ahead of him as he entered the room. It proved to be unnecessary, no Aschen were inside the room and a quick knife cut to the surveillance cameras data cord ensured they would be unwatched.

“What is your plan of attack Daniel Jackson?” Teal’c quietly asked as he finished checking the room, then returned to stand guard at the doorway, while Daniel sat down at the terminal, keying the system on. He had learned quite a bit about the computer systems around the base during his seven years here. While he was not anywhere as skilled with it as Carter or Walter was, he knew how it worked. After a complete lockdown of this scale, he knew the dialling computers hard drive would have been completely destroyed by means of a powerful magnetic pulse and high speed acid, to prevent any hostiles from using the Stargate. Reactivating the system required someone to transfer the stellar co-ordinates manually to a new disk drive, then slot it into the HDD rack in the control room. A time consuming procedure, it was necessary as the dialling computer was completely isolated from the base computer network.

“Okkkay. The SGC uses a dialling computer to tell the Stargate where to look for the other Gates, because we don’t have a DHD. But we do have both the Cartouche from Abydoss and the Ancients original map of the network”. Hoping against hope that the password Sam had been using earlier yesterday was still valid….he started looking around the file system. “Ok. Sam has root access on the mainframe” Daniel said as he keyed up the /stargate/galactic/cord directory. “This is the ONLY place on the base that has this information now. If I delete them, I bet the Aschen could just restore it with some kind of data recovery tools”. The login screen demanded a password for S_Carter. Squinting his eyes shut and massaging his nose where his glasses pressed into his skin, Daniel forced himself to focus on the password he needed…and cursed the fact that Sam wasn’t here.

Then it hit him and he entered the password.

BAD LOGIN the computer rebuffed him.

He tried again.

BAD LOGIN the mainframe snickered back at him.

Bitting his lip, he tried a third time ever so slowly typing each character.

The screen flashed and for a panicked split second thought he had just locked himself out…until a standard Unix prompt appeared again.

“So anyway. Each gate address the SGC has is stored in these files” Daniel said, pointing to the directory listing as he moved down into it. “As I said, I don’t think I can erase them beyond recovery. So I just have to rework them a little…”

The SGC of course was top secret. More then that, it was black. It did not exist. It was so black it made black holes look like halogen lights. Simply mentioning the name ‘Stargate Command’ to non-authorised personnel would violate about 27 Federal Laws. None the less the SGC’s database was connected to external departments that were authorised to access it, like the NID, certain pentagon personnel or Area-51. However the most sensitive data was encrypted with 256 bit ciphers. Technically only the base commander was authorised to encrypt files, using established keys held by various high-ranking civilian and military personnel. But Samantha Carter had superuser access to the base mainframe. Although her password was reset every time she went off world, the computer had not cycled through to her account, as she had not left via the Stargate. Calling up the encryption program, Daniel told the program to do all the files in the directory and the program went to work.

And as none of the mainframes were actually doing anything, all four pitched in a considerable amount of processing time and lines flew down the screen.

Each line linked to a file.

Each file contained the symbols for each gate address and the stellar drift baseline that let Earths Stargate function without the DHD.

And now each file was encrypted with a 256-bit cipher, which the computer had agreeably set to ‘random’.

“Ok that’s it, lets get the hell out of here” Daniel said, shutting down the terminal as quickly as he could.

“This way” Teal’c acknowledged as they hurried down the cross corridor. A slight detour was needed to SG1’s locker two floors up. It wouldn’t do to attempt walking through Colorado Springs in full field gear after all.


-National Military Command Centre. March 2, 2003. 02:30 Zulu.

“That’s right Sir” Hammond nodded on the videophone. “I am confirming the enemy has been destroyed, the threat is eliminated”

“Well that’s damn good news George” General Vadrine smiled back, resting back into his chair as the Joint Chiefs and Major Paul Davis in the pentagons situation room started to smile, shake hands and even shake their fists in triumph. “We saw the detonation in orbit ten minutes ago. But I must ask General, has there been any news from the X303?”

“As yet, no sir. I have confidence that Colonel Ronson and Colonel O’Neill will be back. I believe there is a new episode of The Simpson’s on cable tonight” he added dryly, getting a chuckle out of his superior. Jack O’Neill’s almost slavish devotion to that show was widely known through the extended Stargate family. Major Davis walked over from the beaming heads of the US military to join Vadrine near the camera.

“Sir” Davis nodded. “Area-51, AF-Sat Com and NASA all conure the enemy fleet has been destroyed in the detonation. JPL is releasing our prepared statement and cover story for the detonation to the media and our allies around the world are also helping us in this regard” he said, handing over the manila folder with the short statement.

“Excellent Major” Vadrine smiled. Once again the US had averted planetary disaster-

“There is one last thing Sir” Hammond interrupted his thoughts.

“And what may that be General” Vadrine asked with a raised eyebrow.

“I am afraid I must report that the SGC personnel became somewhat…exuberant celebrating our victory and failed to confirm their access code on the two minute deadline…leading to a complete computer lockdown”.

“Your locked out of your house and need me to bring the spare key George?” Vadrine laughed with rare humour, eliciting an abashed grin from the junior officer. Nodding at Davis, the Major walked over to the communications console currently maned by a Navy Lieutenant Commander and a few seconds later, Vadrine could see the background lights in the SGC come up to normal levels and the computer displays start to scroll data again.

“Thankyou Sir” Hammond nodded in appreciation. “I think we need to get some sleep”


-Stargate Command. March 2, 2003. 02:35 Zulu.

Carrying their Zats, Radios and wallets under jackets, Daniel and Teal’c managed to make their way to the main emergency exit shaft. More and more Aschen were starting to patrol the hallways of Stargate Command, though they did not appear to be looking for anyone so much as checking that everything was still locked down. It was eerily similar to when they had snuck around Klorel’s Mothership on the way to Earth six years ago. The Aschen however were far more professional then the Jaffa had been, even if fewer were around. Twice they had to double back to avoid patrols, but they eventually made it to the main shaft. They had barely closed the panel and secured the locks when the soft footsteps stopped outside the hatch. His weapon drawn, Daniel was under Teal’c on the ladder and not daring to move for fear of making noise. A muffled voice came from the other side and he swore it might even have been Siler…then a hissing. Daniel was about to power the Zat when suddenly a red glow and a couple of sparks came from the frame near the upper hinge. His first thought was that they were cutting through…then realised there was no point to cutting an open door. The sparks stopped, then the glow started again at the lower hinge, then stopped. A short time later, he heard the footsteps move away.

Glancing up at Teal’c who also had his weapon out, he pointed up. The two holstered their weapons, then started climbing. It was slow going given that this shaft was the only direct connection to the surface that did not go through NORAD. The two had discussed, then dismissed attempting to raise the alarm upstairs. Chances were the mountain wasn’t compromised completely…but they simply could not risk it.

Twenty painstakingly slow minuets later, they had reached the top of the shaft. Ever so slowly Teal’c creaked it open and used his periscope to check the area around it. When he decided it was as clear as he could tell, the two men jumped out and sealed the hatch behind them, making for the perimeter. Fortunately only ten or twenty minutes ago the DEFCON and THREATCON alert had been cancelled. The guards were relaxed, the majority of them heading back inside. Teal’c expertly threaded their way through the pitch-black perimeter slowly and carefully. By the end of it, Daniels back was aching from the constant ‘crab walking’ but their stealth paid off, they reached the interstate into Colorado Springs without being detected.

“Now what is the plan Daniel Jackson?” Teal’c inquired as they sat crouched inside the tree line, cars full of people oblivious to the fact that aliens had invaded the United States speeding past regularly in front of them.

“Well now, we have to contact someone we know we can trust…or at least someone we know isn’t compromised” Daniel said, flipping open his cell phone. He had debated trying to call from inside the mountain, but as all of the SGC’s cell communications went through an internal antenna and could be monitored, he had decided to wait till they got back into the public grid range. Finding the number he was looking for, he double-checked he had phone coverage, and then dialled the number. It rang only twice before it was picked up by what sounded like a modem hissing at him, but was really the scrambler built into all SGC personnel’s cell phones synching with the phone at the other end. Finally an irritated but surprisingly alert sounding man picked up.

“Barrett, the line is Secure”

“Agent Barrett, this is Daniel Jackson from the SGC…we have a foothold situation…”

[phongn]

Oooh, TT-yield nukey nukey ... but Area 51 fell that easily, eh?

[Stuart Mackey]

Very good..I wonder if its possible to put all the other chapters in this thread?

[Chris OFarrell]

Oooh, TT-yield nukey nukey ... but Area 51 fell that easily, eh?

DOn't worry. When they retake it, there will be enough nukes flying to make even YOU happy

[Crazedwraith]

Very nice. I liked the 'Orpheus' doubts making an appeareance in Teal'c as well as Daniel's partial amnesia. I always thought that cleared up too quickly.

[phongn]

Oooh, TT-yield nukey nukey ... but Area 51 fell that easily, eh?

DOn't worry. When they retake it, there will be enough nukes flying to make even YOU happy

What about THE SHEP?